“Shouldn’t we stop and offer to help?” Miss Gordon suggested. “There isn’t a garage closer than two miles.”
“No time,” Mr. Piff muttered. “I’ll be late for my appointment. Women shouldn’t drive cars if they don’t know how to repair them.”
“I only hope Mrs. Langley doesn’t recognize us as we whirl pass,” remarked Miss Mohr.
“Mrs. Langley?” Mr. Piff demanded. “Not the garden club president?”
“Well, yes,” nodded the librarian.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Mr. Piff took his foot from the accelerator and applied the brakes.
Even so, he could not immediately stop the car. It sped past the stalled automobile and pulled up some distance down the road. Mr. Piff started to back up.
“Your appointment—” began Miss Gordon dryly.
“That can wait,” Mr. Piff rejoined. “My motto is ‘Always help a lady in distress.’ Particularly if her name is Mrs. Langley!”